"Of course, milady," Renata simply replied to Cecily before beginning to move along with the group. She remained wary as guards surrounded the lady and probably the others too. And then the lady of Laus... began singing?
Suddenly, everything had been plunged into smoke. Renata reeled, jamming her scarf into her face and trying not to move too much lest she make the guards feisty. Directly after that she realised that nobody could even see through this haze at the moment, so she ventured a few steps to the side.
Renata scanned the terrible fog continuously, at least during the times that she wasn't screwing her eyes shut. She considered attempting to use light magic to dispel the smoke, but she had already decided that she would not draw sword or tome until it was absolutely needed. Anything else was almost guarantied to create misunderstanding.
A stone wall existed where Renata had intended on existing as she bumped into the side of the house. The type of smoke that hangs in the air and overwhelms the senses, rang out a fragmented thought as she held out an arm to catch herself against the stone wall. Her hand landing on Cecily's shoulder instead, she began an apology: "I a—" —pologise, milad— Neither the speech nor the thought completed itself as she made the mistake of opening her mouth and began coughing uncontrollably, muffling her mouth again as she leaned against the house for balance.
Suddenly, everything had been plunged into smoke. Renata reeled, jamming her scarf into her face and trying not to move too much lest she make the guards feisty. Directly after that she realised that nobody could even see through this haze at the moment, so she ventured a few steps to the side.
Renata scanned the terrible fog continuously, at least during the times that she wasn't screwing her eyes shut. She considered attempting to use light magic to dispel the smoke, but she had already decided that she would not draw sword or tome until it was absolutely needed. Anything else was almost guarantied to create misunderstanding.
A stone wall existed where Renata had intended on existing as she bumped into the side of the house. The type of smoke that hangs in the air and overwhelms the senses, rang out a fragmented thought as she held out an arm to catch herself against the stone wall. Her hand landing on Cecily's shoulder instead, she began an apology: "I a—" —pologise, milad— Neither the speech nor the thought completed itself as she made the mistake of opening her mouth and began coughing uncontrollably, muffling her mouth again as she leaned against the house for balance.